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Gian-Carlo's musical talent was making him something of a problem child, known as "I'enfant prodige" around Milanese salons. His mother put an end to that. Father Menotti had died, so she packed Gian-Carlo off to Colombia with her to settle her husband's affairs. On the way back to Italy, she stopped in New York, and asked Tullio Serafin, then a top conductor at the Metropolitan, what she should do with her talented but untempered son. The next thing Gian-Carlo knew, he had been plunked down before Composition Teacher Rosario Scalero...
...cancan or chahut," says Curt Sachs' World History of the Dance, "is the enfant terrible of ... choral dances. Leg thrust and leap are its most characteristic features; the best dancer is the one who can knock the spectator's hat off his head with her foot...
When Sir Anthony Van Dyck was fighting hangovers to paint 17th Century London society, Washington, D.C. was not yet even a gleam in Architect L'Enfant's eye. This week Washington's National Gallery proudly exhibited "its first full-length portrait from Van Dyck's English period." The portrait, a sparkling evocation of the foppish Duc de Guise, was a New Year's gift from New York Millionaire Cornelius Vanderbilt Whitney. That made the 1,019th painting the National Gallery has been given since it opened its doors in 1941 (it has only found...
...years ago Dr. Koussevitzky had led the first performance of Brooklyn-born Aaron Copland's raucous Jazz Concerto. On that evening Bostonians had hissed; some had laughed out loud; some had accused Dr. Koussevitzky of insulting them.* In those days, Aaron Copland was the kind of cacophonous enfant terrible in the U.S. that Igor Stravinsky had once been in Paris. If audiences were no longer disturbed by these terrible children, it was for different reasons. Igor Stravinsky had waited for the public ear to become attuned to his jazzy dissonances. Aaron Copland had modified his harmonies to please...
...assisted at her birth in a Montmartre street 30 years ago. When she was two and a half, she was struck blind-according to her. She was cured, at seven, when she and her grandmother visited the Normandy shrine of Ste. Thérèse de 1'Enfant Jésus. As a young girl she sang in the Paris streets, a tiny, birdlike creature who clasped her hands behind her and fixed her eyes on the heavens. A friend gathered up the sous which she was too proud to pick up herself...